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Chapter 9

Time Streamer

I was being chased. I had no idea why I was being hunted, I simply knew that if I was caught, I was dead. A figure bolted throught the underbrush with me, but all I could discern of it was that it was in just as much trouble as I was. This figure was my only ally as I ran. The forest ended abrubtly. We approached a cliff at breakneck speed. I dug my feet into the ground, leaving three gashes in the green earth as I pulled myself to a stop. I straightened and turned to look at my fellow fugitive.

I was woken rudely before I could see who the figure running beside me was. As my eyes snapped open, they met Harthos's acid green ones. A sense that my dream was more than that washed over me as Harthos looked at me akwardly.

"I'm sorry," He said at last.

"For what?" I asked, sitting up and immediatly regretting doing so.

"Last night...." Harthos was blatantly avoiding my eyes.

"Eh?"

"The..." I wasn't going to let him off easily, even thought he really had nothing to apologize for. The look on his face as he squirmed, avoiding the next word he had to say was truely priceless. "....Kiss...." His voice cracked on the word and I had to fiercely resist laughing in his face. I lay back down to try to quell the drumming that my brain was painfully treating me to and sighed.

"You have nothing to apologize for except that it was rather juvenile the way you went about it." I smiled at him. Harthos looked as if a two ton weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I looked over to the boarded up window and saw through the cracks that it was almost moonrise. My stomach was painfully empty. Vampiric blood is good for a quick pick-me-up, but useless when it comes to sticking around as long as human blood. I had met cannibalistic vampires who thrived but needed to feed every few hours to keep the hunger pangs at bay. It seemed more trouble than it was worth.

I hauled myself out of bed and put on my sword belt (which Harthos had apparently removed after I had crashed) ((AN: nothing happened you perverts!)) and my clan tabard.

"I'm going hunting." I looked at Harthos pointedly, making it grieviously clear that he was welcome to tag along if he wished. I snatched up a dress I had nicked at some point from a clothesline and walked out of the room. I walked into the forest, heading for the village I had hunted at a few nights before. I had taken a liking to Skyfire....

About halfway there, I was startled from my thoughts when I heard a twig snap somewhere to my left. My black blade was almost instantly in my grip as I turned toward the sound.

"Show yourself!" I roared. I growled deep in my throat as the one who had sent me here stepped into view. The Time Streamer. Moebius.

"What's wrong Nya? Are you so unhappy with where I have sent you? The knowledge I have given you?" He asked, baiting me to strike.

"You have given me nothing." I was on the verge of breaking his spindly little neck.

"That is where you are wrong. I have given you alone the power which even Kain could not handle. Those swords you wield. Why do you think I sent you to this era? Because you could erase your existence? Not the Raven you foolish child. You have the match to the one you hold in your hand right now. Luna and Solaris. The Twin Dragons. The only other swords still in existance, with the exception of the Soul Reaver, connected to the Ancients."

"Get to the point old man. Your riddles are wearing on my patience..." I took a step toward him, sword arm aching to strike.

"Those blades were forged for you, Child of the Savoir. Those swords have given you the same power I have and more. You can move through time at will once you can control them. Among other things.... As you suspected, yes, you are the child the prophecy speaks of. You alone in the entire history of Nosgoth have the power of true free will. Not even your father could achieve that."

"But if they can-" I never got to ask. Moebuis vanished.

"Nya! Wait up!" I cursed Harthos under my breath. He held a pair of boots, trousers, and a tunic under his arm, having taken a hint as to where I was headed. I kept walking, allowing him to catch up. We reached the set of bushes I had hidden behind before. I threw the dress on after removing my swords. I touched the hilts of Luna and Solaris and sighed. Moebius's visit had left me with more questions than answers....

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